I Am Not
metaphorical suicide
2005-01-14 02:46:13 (UTC)
desperate
lie in the water
drifting over her
like a memory of an ocean
flowing gently over
the twin bumps under her chest
ribs protruding as she lies
like islands
the race begins
bubbles clump together over her
sunken stomach
breathe in
breathe out
with each breath
the race continues
the bubbles flow freely over
her stomach
racing to the other side
breathe in
breathe out
see your ribs
slide in and out
hear the water ripple around
as her shallow breaths continue
lie in the water and wait
wish
hope
pray that someday
the very bath she lies in
will be red with her
desperate suicide
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